| Edward the fourth thus having caught the Crown |
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| Now, brifly t' recollect what we have sedd |
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| Returne my Muse from whence thou hast digrest |
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| Now may we range next to the Ranke of love |
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| Thus having toucht th' Affections most humane |
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| Now from unloving Ire doth Hatred spring |
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| From Envy springs ay-watchful Jealousie |
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| This Prodigie, this more than mounstrous Pride |
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| Holy Roode or Christes Crosse, The - Sonnet |
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| Epitaph, An - |
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